These big shots are actually me

This was what the nightmare said. This obviously made the short officer look ugly for a while. It was obvious that the short officer still respected his superior.

"You can't say that. Lord Rossed also has his own concerns. And didn't Lord Rossed also say that as long as we work together, he will try his best to restrain his troops?"

"Restrain, restrict, that's what people like him say, but in the end he will definitely attack us vigorously in order to atone for his sins!"

"And if he hadn't suddenly changed his mind, we wouldn't have been so anxious to prepare for an uprising!"

Originally, they planned to do it at another time, that is, the autumn drill!

At this point in time, most of the defenders in Songling will leave Songling and go to the orc prairie for training.

But with Roside's sudden regret, they had to take action in advance, because without Roside's help, they had no way to guarantee that they would be retained during the autumn drills.

And they are even less sure that Luo Side, who has only withdrawn at the moment, will not try to shake them out again in a few days!

If they had Luo Side, they really had a chance to capture the entire Songling according to the original plan.

But now, they can only settle for the next best thing.

Mozo watched them quarreling calmly. The road to resistance was destined to be rough, and not everyone on this road would always be as firm and high-spirited as the few here.

There are countless people who give up halfway.

But precisely because of this, it further highlights the people who continue to persevere.

However, the tall officer brought Mozo another piece of news that surprised him:

"Although Lieutenant General Rossid went back on his word, he also told us a certain piece of news. That is, on the day of the Victory Festival, Queen Carol will go to the Principality of Hebron with most of the Royal Knights and nobles!"

"In this way, although there are still a lot of defenders in Geling City, at least the most powerful Royal Knights and many mid-level and high-level ones will definitely follow the Queen to the Principality of Hebron."

This was also one of the reasons why they chose to take action at the Victory Festival. If you miss this opportunity, you will never have it again.

"Carol will go to Hebron? Why? Isn't Hebron an independent country?"

In response, several people looked at this strange man who claimed to be the Grand Duke of Aragon in a strange way.

After thinking for a while, the tall officer said strangely:

"The Principality of Hebron is said to be independent, but basically everyone knows that it is only nominally independent, right? After all, the army in Hebron is directly under our name, Hazel. Our military and political officer You can basically accuse the troops and administration there."

"Like this?! Then why did she go there?"

"I heard from Lieutenant General Rossid that it was because the Iron Bank was preparing to sell a masterpiece from the Age of Gods from the Louvre at the branch of the Principality of Hebron on the day of the Victory Festival."

"Queen Carol seems to be very interested in this. But I guess she wants to buy this masterpiece from the gods to present to Her Majesty the Goddess."

"After all, since Queen Carol came to power, Her Majesty the Goddess has not been as interested in Hazel as before."

These words made Mo Zuo frown even more.

The king chosen by the goddess Victory should be Baggins. If so, why would the goddess be so indifferent to Baggins's sister?

Could it be that the goddess has the same suspicions as me? No, if that was the case, Carol would have been killed by the goddess long ago.

So what's going on?

After knocking on the table suspiciously, Mozo asked again: "By the way, do you know about the high-sequences of the Principality of Hebron and Hazel?"

"It depends on the level of understanding."

"Know the name and general situation!"

"Then we should all know!"

"Do you know the demigod Mushel of the Principality of Hebron?"

"Demigod Mushel?"

The tall officer was obviously not familiar with the name. The short officer finally answered Mozo:

"Are you talking about Musiel, the demigod guard assigned by Emperor Baggins to Duke Aragon?"

"right!"

Seeing their answers like this, Mo Zuo's heart suddenly lifted.

Did something happen to Mu Xuel? !

Otherwise, if Mushel was still here, there would be no way that her status as a demigod would make the officers here seem so strange.

The other party's answer also put Mozo into a mixed situation:

"After the assassination of the Archduke Aragon, the demigod Mushel disappeared without a trace. Even to this day, some people suspect that the assassin was the demigod Musiel!"

Otherwise, why would Grand Guild Mao be assassinated in his own hinterland, or would he have bypassed the hands of her demigod?

Not to mention that the Grand Duke was dead and she was missing. So many people not only said that Muschel absconded because she was afraid of being held accountable, but also said that she assassinated the Grand Duke!

Muschel is missing? !

Regarding this answer, Mozo didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment. He was happy because it was confirmed that Mu Xueer was no longer alive, but he was sad that Mu Xueer's situation was probably still not optimistic.

At this moment, Mozo really wanted to go to Hebron to look for Mushel, but he really couldn't let go of the people on Geling's side.

He could only rub his forehead and ask helplessly:

"Do you know any more information about this?"

The short officer asked strangely:

"No, you already said that you are the Grand Duke of Aragon. Forget it, if you want to bear this name, just bear it. This is also a good thing for us."

"But why do you care about what the demigod Mushel is doing?"

After Mozuo was silent for a moment, he said seriously:

"This is my private matter!"

Seeing this, the short officer stopped talking and said:

"Then I can only say I'm sorry. The demigod Mushel mysteriously disappeared after the assassination of Archduke Aragon. I guess you have no idea where she went."

After a flash of disappointment flashed in Mozo's eyes, he looked at the others.

Others also shook their heads to express that they did not know.

After a round, Mo Zuo could only accept the result helplessly.

After rubbing the corners of his eyes to adjust his mood. Mo Zuocai said:

"May I know how many of you there are?"

The tall officer said without hesitation:

"Three thousand four hundred and twenty-one people! One integrated regiment and seventeen companies mixed in various defense areas. All are equipped with the latest muskets, and we also have an artillery battalion."

It was more than a thousand less than the five thousand that Mozo had estimated.

Mo Zuo sighed and asked again:

"What about the extraordinary ones?"

"Except for the extraordinary men who accompany each company, we only have Mr. Bazur and his friends."

Bazul is naturally the nightmare of Sequence Five.

After Mozo glanced at the other party, he said very straightforwardly:

"This quantity is quite insufficient!"

"We know, but you also know what we are after."

Mo Zuo smiled at this and said:

"Yes, I know your plans, and I respect your spirit of sacrifice, but I am really confident of capturing the entire singing spirit!"

This sentence caused everyone present to fall silent. After a long time, the tall officer said in confusion:

"Give me an accurate answer. Are you really sure, or are you just talking about it?"

"I'm really sure, and I'm very sure!"

"For this, I need to know clearly your true strength, how many people you can contact and the situation of these people!"

"What do you mean? Please elaborate!"

"According to my plan, Marquis Bill will disrupt the city's defense system. This will not only be convenient for us, but Marquis Bill will also have the possibility of being coerced! He is a military and political official, and he has a lot of power!"

"According to your plan, Marquis Bill will indeed bear a great responsibility, but this is not the reason for him to turn to us. It may even cause him to desperately encircle and suppress us."

"Yes, but just let him know that we really have a huge advantage!"

"I really think you are talking nonsense now. Although it is not my place to say this, why do you think we have such a great advantage?"

The officers were all suspicious and amused for a while.

But Mozuo knocked on the table very seriously and said:

"As far as you and I are concerned, no one can really look down on you."

"But what if I can find a way to get a Sequence One for us?"

As long as they get the Sword of Anduril, the rebels can get their own angels.

And as soon as these words came out, all the officers sat up straight.

Mozo also continued:

"What if I can get the response from the vast majority of civilians?"

This land has been in darkness for a long time, and the civilians are unable to resist, but this does not mean that they like this long night!

"If all this is not enough, I can also tell you that I have a way to silence the Skitarii!"

Mozo believed that his theory was the truth. Even if it wasn't, he had a way to silence the most difficult Skitarii in the land.

After saying this, everyone looked at Mo Zuo in surprise. After a long time, the tall officer asked:

"So how do you do this?"

Mozo stood up and pointed at himself and said:

"Because of the Sword of Anduril, because of the truth back then, and because I am Aragorn!"

"I know you are doubtful and uneasy about this, but everyone, since you are already planning to fight to the death, why can't you believe me?"

"After all, I have already achieved results! In that case, why can't you trust my more promising choice?"

"Taking a step back, believe me, you won't lose anything. And if everything goes well, you will gain an unprecedented victory!"

After Mozo finished speaking, he quietly stared at the seven people present.

And after a short silence, they all stood up and bowed towards Mo Zuo:

"Then it's up to you!"

Mo Zuo immediately bowed in return:

"This is what I should do!"

At the end of the discussion, the officers and others also made a standard ending for people on this land.

“I hope you and I can go to the utopia promised by God!”

-

It was only after Sanchez left the Holy Mountain of Victory Church that he wandered around and arrived at the foot of Hebron City, the capital of the Principality of Hebron.

After receiving the prophecy, he rushed to the bitter cold land without stopping, but after arriving, he found nothing useful.

For this reason, Sanchez could only make another prediction for himself:

The gift of fate has already been marked with a price in the dark!

Is it heaven or hell?

The choice is all at your feet!

Foolish people, why do you always ignore everything when the answer has already been written in the scriptures?

Looking at the new prophecy he got, Sanchez looked stunned.

What is this? This is it! ?

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